“Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns:
And till my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns.
Once more he sees his companion’s faces
Livid in the first faint light,
Grey with cement dust,
Nebulous in the mist,
Tinged with death in their uneasy sleep…”
Read the entire poem at LA Holocaust Museum.
“God willin’ and the creek don’t rise” Loving this new Tori Amos’ duet with her daughter, Natasha, from her upcoming album, Native Intruders.
are going gray, right there
your hair is as soft as a girl’s,
the two of us briefly young again
when I kiss your temple.”
Read the entire poem at Upstreet Mag.